The fog comes out with the morning gray I have a few dead in my life Weapons loaded, two cartridges in the barrel We have infinitely many rooms without a roof We stand in cities that are already dusty the day after tomorrow In the middle of the faith, you could buy everything Safety, satisfaction, a few hours of family time Western values ​​are ores from which nothing remains Buy yourself a few liters of air that you can still breathe Buy yourself a clean air in which you can bathe Buy yourself a piece of earth without poison in it Soon there will only be life where the lights are We go back to the forests and the mountains Bury our dead in the cold of this earth From which then corn grows, from which we feed ourselves And the ground explodes in front of life if we don't tear it The sun gives away its rays of a new world The nights deep purple and the fire bright It is warm in the circle, we are all here What was our money yesterday is old paper The sun gives away its rays of a new world The eyes of the wild animals glow yellow In front of the fence, the wolves are hunting at night Soon their teeth are sharp for the marsh grass It will be the same sun that shines on the ruins The same falcons in the sky, it will be their time A finger pull between the hunger and the dead deer When the war is over, the odyssey begins Haltalala, never was full of gasoline canisters First in great need, people become like siblings again At some point there was also a fire And the free slaves danced around the empty throne We forgot that ruins were hybrids to us Still the same dangers that the Greeks saw You can't argue with nature Because everyone here is a piece of it In the green depths of the great oceans Nothing changes in a good ten million years We look at the Milky Way at night God gave us the words and the devil then the imagery The sun gives away its rays of a new world The nights deep purple and the fire bright It is warm in the circle, we are all here What was our money yesterday is old paper The sun gives away its rays of a new world The eyes of the wild animals shine yellow In front of the fence the wolves are hunting at night Soon their teeth are sharp for the wire *